The Day after my Father's Funeral

Yesterday, October 16th, was my father's funeral.  I have blogged about my dad many times before.  He was quite an influence in my life.  Tulsa had had several days of gloomy wet Oklahoma weather, but yesterday the sky cleared, the cool October winds blew through and left a crisp, clean air that had just a little bite.  The sun provide both a warmth and a light that unvailed the changing leaves on the trees.  It was not unlike the many boyhood mornings that I remember getting up early with my father and brother for a hunting or fishing trip.  As I drove up Yale with my wife and 2 girls to the Hoggatt gravesite, I remembered the what seemed like hundereds of trips up and downYale with my father driving a 1950 Dodge Meadowbrook, 1957 Buick Century, 1963 Cheverolet and every other car he owned while I was on this rock.